Tracks:

A Dream of Arran

Twa Recruiting Sergeants

Dream Angus

Tramps and Hawkers

Jock Of Hazeldean

Mary Mack

These Are My Mountains

Charlie’s Landing

Annie Laurie

A Man’s A Man For A’ That

Credits:

Alex Beaton – vocals, guitar

Randy Farrar – acoustic piano, synthesizer

Richare McIvery – guitar

Alasdair Fraser – fiddle

Yvonne Feeney MacLoed – piano, accordion

Tom Foley - drums

A Dream Of Arran

So silently in mystic dream

In awed and deepest wonder

From hill to dale through tough green

gorse

Once more I took to wander

To pick the berries ripe and sweet

And climb o’er every stile

Oh I am very deep in love

With you and Arran Isle

I pray my heart it will not break

Awake no more to dream

And I can’t see this Isle so fair

Of hills and sparkling stream

Nor hear a lark sing to the morn

But stay in sad exile

When I would rather ever be

With you on Arran Isle

Oh one day I will go again

Though not in sleep or dreams

To touch the grass and smell the flowers

And drink from sparkling streams

And watch the mist roll o’er the hills

As dawn bathes every mile

With colours bright and colours rare

With you on Arran Isle

I’ll stand once more on Arran’s shore

Drink deep the heady wine

Of beauty, rare and unsurpassed

Unspoiled, unchanged by time

To such perfection past my ken

I’ll pause and pray awhile

And thank God for this wondrous sight

Of you and Arran Isle

Twa Recruitin' Sergeants

Twa recruiting sergeants cam frae the Black Watch

Tae markets and fairs, some recruits for to catch.

But a' that they 'listed was forty an’ twa

Enlist my bonnie laddie an' come awa’.

Chorus:

And it's over the mountain and over the Main,

Through Gibralter, to France and Spain.

Put a feather to your bonnet, and a kilt abeen your knee,

So list my bonnie laddie and come awa’ wi’ me.

Laddie, ye dinna ken the danger that you’re in.

If your horses was to gleg, an’ your owsen wis to rin,

This greedy auld farmer, winna pay yer fee.

So list my bonnie laddie an’ come awa’ wi' me

Chorus

And its into the barn and out o' the byre,

This auld farmer thinks ye never tire

It's a slavery job of low degree.

So list my bonnie laddie and come awa’ with me

Chorus

O laddie if you've got a sweetheart an' a bairn,

Ye'll easily get rid o' that ill-spun yarn.

Twa rattles o' the drum, aye and that'll pay it a'.

So list my bonnie laddie and come awa’.

Chorus

Dream Angus

(Alex’s recording is instrumental)

Can you no hush your weepin'?
All the wee lambs are sleepin'.
Birdies are nestlin', nestlin' taegether,
Dream Angus is hurtlin' through the heather.

Chorus:

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell,
Angus is here with dreams to sell.
Hush now wee bairnie and sleep without fear,
For Angus will bring you a dream, my dear.

List' to the curlew cryin' oh

Faintly the echos dyin' oh

Even the birdies and the beasties are sleepin'

But my bonny bairn is weepin' weepin'

Chorus

Sweet the lavrock sings at morn,
Heraldin' in a bright new dawn.
Wee lambs, they coorie doon taegether
Alang with their ewies in the heather.

Chorus

Tramps and Hawkers

Come all ye tramps and hawker-lads an' gaitherers o' bla'

That tramps the country roun' and roun', come listen one and a'

I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale, an' places I have been

Far up into the snowy north, or south by Gretna Green.

I have seen the high Ben Nevis a towerin' to the moon

I've been by Crieff an' Callander an' roun' by Bonny Doune

IAnd by Nessie's silvery tide an' places ill tae ken

Far up into the snowy north lies Urquhart's bonnie glen

Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond, they've all been seen by me

The Dee, the Don, the Deveron, that a' flows into the sea

Dunrobin Castle, by the way, I nearly had forgot

And aye the reckles o'cairn marks the hoose o' John  O' Groats

I think I'll go to Paddy's lan'd I'm makin' up my mind

For Scotland's greatly altered noo, I canna raise the wine

But I will trust in providence, if providence proves true

And I will sing of Erin's Isle when I come back to you.

Jock O’ Hazeldean

Why weep ye by the tide lady,

Why weep ye by the tide,

Ill wed ye tae my youngest son,

And ye shall be his bride.

And ye shall be his bride lassie,

Sae comely to be seen,

But aye she loot the tears doon fa’

For Jock O’Hazeldean.

A chain of gold ye shall not lack,

Nor braid tae bind your hair,

Nor mettled hound, nor manag’d hawk,

Nor palfrey fresh and fair,

And you, the foremost o them a’,

Shall ride our forest Queen,

But aye she let the tears down fa’

For Jock O’Hazeldean.

The kirk was deck’d at morning-tide,

The tapers glimmered fair,

The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,

And dame and night are there,

They sought her both by bower and ha’

The lady was no seen,

She's o’er the border and awa’,

Wi’ Jock O’Hazeldean

Mary Mack

(air: 'Up among the heather')

There's a nice wee lass and her name is Mary Mack

Mak’ no mistake, she's the miss I'm goin' to tak'

There's a lot of other chaps would get upon her track

But I'm thinking that they'd have to get up early

Chorus:

Mary Mack's father's makin’ Mary Mack marry me

My father's making me marry Mary Mack

I'm goin’ tae marry Mary to get married and tak’ care o' me

We'll a’ be mahin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack

Now, Mary and her mother gang awfa’ lot the gither

In fact ye never ever see the one or one without the other

The fellows often winner if it’s Mary or her mother

Or the both o’ them the gither that I'm courtin’

Chorus

Now, the weddin’ day's on Wednesday and everything's arranged

Her name will soon be changed tae mine, unless her mind be changed

And wi’ making the arrangements, faith, I'm just about deranged

For marriage is an awfa’ undertaking

Chorus

It's sure tae be a grand affair and grander than a fair

A coach and pair for rich and peer and every pair that's there

We'll dine upon the finest fare, I'm sure tae git my share

If I don't we’ll be very much mistaken

Chorus

Charlie’s Landing

There came a wee boatie over the sea

With the winds and the waves it strove sairly

But oh! It brought great joy ta me

For wha’ was there but Prince Charlie

The wind was hie and unco chill

And a’ things luikit barely

But oh! We came wi’ right good will

To welcome bonnie Charlie

Wae’s me, puir lad, ye’re thinly clad

The waves your fair hair weetin’

We’ll row ye in a tartan plaid

An’ gie ye Scotland’s greetin’

Tho wild and bleak the prospect round

We’ll cheer your heart dear Charlie

Ye’ve landed now on Scottish ground

Wi’ them wha’ lo’e ye dearly

O lang we’ve prayed to see this day

True hearts they maist were breaking

Now clouds and storms will flee away

Young hope again is wakin’

We’ll sound the gathering lang and loud

Ye’re friends will greet ye fairlie

Tho now they’re few, their hearts are true

They’ll live or die for Charlie

Annie Laurie

Maxwellton braes are bonnie

Where early fa’s the dew

And it’s there that Annie Laurie,

Gie’d me her promise true

Gie’d me her promise true

Which ne’er forgot will be

And for bonnie Annie Laurie,

I’d lay me doon and dee

Her brow is like the snowdrift,

Her neck is like the swan

Her face it is the fairest

That e’er the sun shone on

That e’er the sun shone on,

And dark blue is her e’e

And for bonnie Annie Laurie,

I’d lay me doon and dee

Like dew on the gowan lying

Is the Ia’ o’ her fairy feet

And like the winds in simmer sighing

Her voice is low and sweet

Her voice is low and sweet

And she’s a’ the world to me

And for bonnie Annie Laurie,

I’d lay me doon and dee